TABOO TALES(erotica)

As expected, our family returned from their ski trip at around suppertime. Despite their exhaustion, Carrie and Rob insisted on cooking up a supple meal for all of us. As we ate, Laura and I snuck furtive glances at each other and played footsie under the table. They would never know the unthinkable deeds we committed on the very chairs where they sat. We watched Carrie cook with mischievous grins on our faces, knowing that she was oblivious to the sweat and cum that had been wiped off the counter on which she prepared the food.

After dinner, Aunt Beth and her husband volunteered to perform the cleanup as thanks for Carrie and Rob’s wonderful cooking. That left the rest of us to partake in the usual fireside chats. Laura stood in the corner gossiping with Mike, while her parents spoke with each other. I was playing with Eric, chasing him around the house and surprising him with a bunch of toys that “Santa” had delivered.

Eventually, Eric ran off to bother his parents in the kitchen, and I noticed Amber sitting by herself on the couch. I sat down next to her, and she gave me a judgmental sideways glance.

“How was the ski trip?” I began.

She shrugged. “Alright, I guess. You and Pouty have fun by yourselves?”

I swallowed nervously even though she had no reason to know what we did. “Uh, yeah, sure. Just hung around. Nothing out of the ordinary.”All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

What would she think if she found out that I had ejaculated all over and inside her little sister, that Laura had tasted my cum, and I had tasted hers? Carrie and Rob would disown me if they knew what I did to their precious daughter.

“Hello? Did you hear what I said?” Amber snapped her fingers in front of my face, looking at me annoyedly.

I shook my head. “Sorry, what was that?”

“I said, did you manage to find the wine? Dad thinks he’s smart hiding it under the sink behind all the cleaning supplies.” She scoffed. “I’ve known about it since I was 15.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, we found the wine. Laura knew exactly where it was.”

Amber smiled. “I figured she would. Did she tell you about what she’s doing nowadays? Like, with college and everything?”

I was surprised to see Amber so interested in her sister’s achievements. “Oh, yeah. She’s doing research for this biology professor or something. She mentioned something about a dissertation. I didn’t understand any of it. She’s way smarter than I am.”

“Cool.” Amber nodded shyly.

“Why do you care all of a sudden?” I asked.

“Pfft.” She shook her head. “Just making sure she isn’t growing up to be the village idiot.”

“No, that would be me and Mike.”

She snickered. “She really loves you, doesn’t she?”

“She loves you, too. In her own way.”

Amber shook her head. “Doubt it. I don’t get why she always thinks I’m begging our parents for money. So I was a spoiled brat when I was younger, big deal. I worked hard for everything I have,” she asserted indignantly. “And for the record, I didn’t blow some 80-year-old CEO for that Benz.”

“No one thinks you did.”

“He was 70.”

I laughed out loud. Amber had the same sense of humor as her sister.

Then, I turned to her and spoke seriously. “Amber, Laura doesn’t hate you because you’re spoiled or act like you’re better than everyone else. I think she just resents growing up without a sister.”

She scoffed. “She’s always had you.”

I shook my head. “I wasn’t always there for her, no matter how hard I tried. It would have been nice to have another girl to confide in, someone she could relate to. I could never replicate that, regardless of how close we are.”

Amber glanced up at her sister, who turned her back to us and continued talking to Mike with renewed interest.

Amber sighed and looked down. “She hates me.”

“She doesn’t,” I reassured. “Just talk to her.”

She shook her head. “Not right now. When the right time comes.”

“It’s always the right time.”

“Sorry, did I ask for your opinion?” She returned to her judgmental and snarky attitude.

I raised my hands in surrender. “Fine. Your choice.”

She rolled her eyes. “Ugh, I need a smoke.” She stomped off towards the front porch.

I stood up and walked over to Mike and Laura. “Mind if I borrow her for a second?” I put my arm around her waist.

She bit her lip and looked up at me lovingly.

“Fine, fine. You guys spill your deepest, darkest secrets to each other. I guess I’ll just be over here by myself. I’m your cousin too, you know.”

“Love you, Mike!” Laura pecked him on the cheek.

“Yeah, yeah…” Mike waved us off and walked over to Carrie and Rob.

“So, what’s up?” Laura asked.

I shrugged. “Just wanted to see you.”

She giggled. “Did you enjoy dinner?”

“I did. Did you enjoy…” I looked around cautiously, then whispered, “What happened before dinner?”

“Tsk!” She punched me in the chest and shot me an angry look.

“What? I’m just asking. Relax, no one knows anything. I deleted all the photos.”

“WHAT PHOTOS?!”

The room went silent, and everyone stared at us.

I raised my hand. “All good. Just a misunderstanding.”

They turned back to their respective conversations, filling the room with chatter once more.

“I was just joking! Are you insane?” I said quietly.

“God, Ben, you’re such an idiot!” Laura stomped on my bare foot and stormed off.

“Ben!” Carrie looked at me exasperatedly.

I gestured incredulously, as if to express that it wasn’t my fault. Carrie nodded towards the staircase, not knowing that she was sending me up to make love to her daughter.

I followed Laura to her room and locked the door behind us. She turned away and crossed her arms. I walked up to her and embraced her tightly.

“I hate it when you’re mad at me,” I said quietly in her ear.

“Then don’t piss me off!” she snapped back.

I nuzzled my face against hers. “Okay. I’m sorry.” I gave her puppy dog eyes.

She sighed. “Whatever.”

“So you’re not mad?” I asked timidly.

She shook her head with a grin.

I bit my lip and caressed her body suggestively. “Well, we’re all alone now…”

She scoffed. “Aren’t you drained from what we did before dinner?”

I gave off a low growl. “That was a long time ago. What can I say? You turn me on.”

She giggled and fell onto the bed. I removed her clothing to reveal her wonderous naked body. Right away, I dove in to suck on her nipples, wetting her breasts with my saliva. Then, I took off my own clothes and tossed them to the floor. Laura reached out her arms and pulled me to her.

“I love you,” I proclaimed as I kissed her and thrusted myself into her luscious tunnel.

We whimpered quietly into each other’s ears as the ecstasy of our lovemaking was tempered by our fear of being caught. We swirled our tongues together and tasted each other’s saliva while our orgasms threatened to burst forth.

Laura was first to arrive at her climax, grimacing in blissful agony while gripping my hair and skin. Watching and feeling her cum drove me over the edge. Her tight, warm pussy contracting around my cock was too much to bear. She could sense it, too, and leaned up to whisper in my ear.

“I want your cum, Ben.”

Her words were just enough to make my throbbing cock erupt. I pulled out and made a mess on her stomach and chest. I couldn’t hold back at all, spraying a copious amount of semen in every direction. The pleasure made me moan audibly and involuntarily.

She squealed in delight. “It’s all over me!”

I leaned down to kiss her. “Whose fault is that?”

“Did I make you do that?” She bit her lip bashfully.

I nodded and kissed her again. “Only you could.”

Laura smiled brightly and sighed in satisfaction. “Sleep with me,” she whispered.

Seeing that she was half asleep already, I figured no one would be suspicious if I laid with her for a few minutes before heading back downstairs. I wiped the cum from her body with some tissue and pulled the sheets over us. Then, I slid into the bed beside her and held her head to my chest, listening to her breathing and feeling her body rise and fall rhythmically. When I could tell that she had fallen asleep, I slid out, kissed her cheek, and returned downstairs.

“Everything okay?” Carrie asked.

“Yep. She’s just sleeping.”

“Did you make it up to her?”

I nodded silently, unable to come up with a lie to cover up what we really did.